This is a song about "Having demons"

To having a motherfuckin' fortune too...

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

Tripping while i'm slipping, busy fighting off these demons

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Gettin to know his demons

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Hey, die hard, killing all them demons

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Top ranked, number one my son

Or just stop having fun

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Pooping - having a blast,